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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.