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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 American Breed to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.