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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.