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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.