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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.