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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.