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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.