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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.