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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.