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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.