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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.