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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.