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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.