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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.