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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.