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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.