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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Fear,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.