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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Skarface,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.