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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.