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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.