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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.