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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.