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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.