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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 MDC to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.