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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
the Association,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Hoover,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.