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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.