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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.