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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.