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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.