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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
X-102,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.