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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.