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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.