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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.