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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
X-101,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.