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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.