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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
UT,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.