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 South Africa 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.