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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Wings,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.