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 Slovakia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Lyres,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.