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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.