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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Oneida,
Scion,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.