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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.