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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.