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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.