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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Magma to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.