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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.