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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Interpol to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.