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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.