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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.