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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.