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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.