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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.