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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.