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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.