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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.