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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy 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?
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.