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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.