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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.