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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.