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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Magma,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.