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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
UT,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.