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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
JFA,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.