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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.