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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.