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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.