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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.