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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.