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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.