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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Roxette,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.