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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Mars,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.