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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nico 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 grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.