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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Franke,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.