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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.