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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.