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 Vanuatu 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.