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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
DNA,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.