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 Poland 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.