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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.