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 South Africa and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.