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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.