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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Smog,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.