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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.