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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Echospace,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.