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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.