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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.