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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.