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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
the Germs,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.