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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.