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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.