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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.