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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Index,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.