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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.