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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.