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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.