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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.