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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.