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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.