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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.