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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.