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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.