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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.