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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.