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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.