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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Ten City,
a-ha,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.