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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.