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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.