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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Wings,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.