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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.