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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.