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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.