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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Cymande,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.