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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
UT,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Crime,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.