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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Crime,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.