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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
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.