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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.