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 Finland and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.