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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.