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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Organ,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.