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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.