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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.