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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.