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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.