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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.