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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
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.