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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.