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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Slave,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.