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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.