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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.