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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.