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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 MDC to the funk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.