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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Wings,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.