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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.