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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.