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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.