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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.