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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
ABC,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Darondo,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.