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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.