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 India and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
X-101,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Magma,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.