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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.