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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.