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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Wings,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.