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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.