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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.