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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.