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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Index,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.