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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.