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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.