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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.