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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.