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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.