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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.