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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.