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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.