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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.