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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.