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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
PIL,
Wings,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.