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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.