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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Index,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.