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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.