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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.