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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Can,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.