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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
the Association,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.