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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.