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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.