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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Visage,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.