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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.