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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.