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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.