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 Bangladesh 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.