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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.