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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.