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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.