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 Burundi 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.