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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.