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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.