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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.