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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.