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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
John Holt,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.