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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.