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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.