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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.