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 Niger 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.