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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
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.