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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
ABC,
Oneida,
the Germs,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.