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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.