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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.