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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.