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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.