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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.