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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.