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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Television,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.