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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.