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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.