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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Japan,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.