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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.