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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.