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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.