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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.