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 Kenya and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
June of 44,
Swans,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.