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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.