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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
UT,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.