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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.