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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.