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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.