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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.