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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Jandek,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Brick,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.