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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.