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 Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.