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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.