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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.