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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Can,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.