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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.