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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.