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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Darondo to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.