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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.