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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.