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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.