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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.