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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.