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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.