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 Tonga and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.