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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
The Move,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.