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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.