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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.