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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.