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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.