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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.