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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.