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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.