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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.