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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.