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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.