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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.