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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Wire,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.