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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.