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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.