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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.