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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Index,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.