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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.