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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.