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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Index,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.