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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.