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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.