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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.