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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.