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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.