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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.