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 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Scion,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
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.