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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.