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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.