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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Q65,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.