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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.