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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.