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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.