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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.