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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.