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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Wings,
Slave,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.