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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.