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 Laos and from Accra.
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 Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.