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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.