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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Evens to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.