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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.