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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.