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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.