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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.