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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.