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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Television,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.