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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.