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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.