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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.