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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Mars,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.