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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.