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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.