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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 the Swans 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.