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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.