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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Monks,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Faust,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.