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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.