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 Estonia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.