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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.