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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.