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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.