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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Japan,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.