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 Chile 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
the Association,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.