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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 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 Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.