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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Slave,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.