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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.