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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.