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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.