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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 Madrid and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Franke,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.