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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.