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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
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.