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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.