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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.