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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.