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 Chad 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
The Move,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.