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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.