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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.