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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.