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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.