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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.