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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.