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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.