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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.