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 China and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Nas,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.