Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.