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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.