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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Wings,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.