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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.