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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.