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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Organ,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.