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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.