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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.