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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.