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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Move,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.