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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Technova,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.