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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
UT,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.