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 Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.