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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.