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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.