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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.