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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Visage,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.