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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.