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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.