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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.