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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
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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.