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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.