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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.