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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.