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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
X-101,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.