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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.