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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.