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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Can,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.