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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
AZ,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.