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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.