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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.