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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.