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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.