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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
the Normal,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.