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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
10cc,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.