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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 UT to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.