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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.