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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.