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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Can,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Nas,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.