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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.