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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.