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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.