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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.