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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.