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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.