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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.