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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.