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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.