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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.