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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.