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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 of Four. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.