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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.