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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
June Days,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.