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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.