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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.