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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.