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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.