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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.