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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.