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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.