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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Television,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.