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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.