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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.