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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.