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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.