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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.