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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
UT,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
The Sound,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.