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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.