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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Can,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.