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 North and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
PIL,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.