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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.