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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
UT,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.