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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.