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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.