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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.