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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.