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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.