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 Tanzania 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.