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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.