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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Television,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.