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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.