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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.