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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.