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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.