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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.