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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Can,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.