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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Residents to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.