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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
New Order,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.