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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.