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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Franke,
Fear,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.