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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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?
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Brick,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.