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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.