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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.