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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.