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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.