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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.