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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.