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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.