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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.