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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.