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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.