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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.