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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Index,
Shoche,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
cv313,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.