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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.