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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.