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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic 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 techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.