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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.