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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.