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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.