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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.