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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.