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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
ABC,
The Invisible,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.