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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.