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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.