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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.