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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.