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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
10cc,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.