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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.