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 Croatia and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.