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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.