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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Monks,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.