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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
PIL,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
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.