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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
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.