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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.