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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.