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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
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.