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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Skaos,
Visage,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.