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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.