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 Burkina and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.