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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.