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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.