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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.