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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.