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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Excepter,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.