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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
JFA,
DNA,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.