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 Spain and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.