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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.