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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.