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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.