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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.