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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.