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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.