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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.