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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.