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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.