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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Technova,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.