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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.