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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.