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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.