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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.