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 Ecuador 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Index to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Scion,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.