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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.