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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.