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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.