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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.