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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.