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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.