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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.