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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.