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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.