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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.