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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Magma,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.