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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.