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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.