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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.