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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.