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 Brunei and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Organ,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.