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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
UT,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.