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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.