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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.