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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.