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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.