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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.