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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.