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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.