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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The Fall,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.