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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.