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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.