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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.