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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.