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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.