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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Pagans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.