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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.