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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.