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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Fear,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.