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 Kazakhstan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.