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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Television,
Flipper,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Wings,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.