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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Sparks,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.