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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.