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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.