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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire to the rock 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Nico,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.