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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan 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?
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.