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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
cv313,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.