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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.