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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.