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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.