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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.