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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Gong,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
DNA,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.