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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.