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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
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.