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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.