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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.