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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Jawbox,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.