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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.