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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Monks,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.