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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Lyres,
Neu!,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.