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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Nas,
The Busters,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.