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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.